A Good Year Page #4

- Ludivine.

- Yeah.

And my dog...

ah, voila, Tati.

I expect you're hungry, no?

Please, come tonight.

My wife is roasting a lamb- mmm!

To tell the truth,

I haven't had much

of an appetite

since I learned of Henry.

Oh, the very last years,

his sight was failing.

But I tended to things

for him, you know?

We became very close.

Almost like...

father and son.

Well, I am most appreciative

that someone was here for him.

Well, my wife will

come in the morning

with croissants, okay?

Huh? She will resume her duties.

- Allez! Bon!

- If you insist.

Hmm.

"Welcome."

Ah.

Don't mind if I do.

Here's to you, Henry.

Devoting your life to the vines...

and bottling the truth.

Hmm...

That was honest.

Jesus, ought to have

a poison sticker on it.

Ah... coffee, coffee.

What's in here?

And that?

Piss off.

Hmm.

Morning, Henry.

Milk.

Hmm.

Maxie!

Madame Duflot!

Maxie! Maxie! Maxie!

- Oh...

- Morning.

Morning, Gemma.

Are you enjoying yourself, Max?

Oh, yes, as bereavements go, you know.

This will cheer you up.

You've been busted.

Morning Financial Times headline:

"Lorden Brothers trade

under investigation."

You don't have to worry

about any of that.

The FSA today launched

an official inquiry

into recent Lorden Brothers

trade activity.

Yes, well, I double-checked

it all through Legal.

I covered our asses, okay?

It's just bollocks to placate

the lucid back.

Oh, he doesn't think so.

- Nigel?

- Sir Nigel.

He wants a meeting with you today,

Well, it must be

about something else.

Um, what time is my meeting

with the notaire?

A little over an hour from now.

My time or yours?

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, Gemma!

Yes?

How's the house, Max?

Is it gorgeous?

Well, to tell you

the truth, Charlie,

it's a little bit shabby.

We don't say shabby, Max.

We say filled with the patina

of a bygone era.

- How's the wine?

- Right.

Uh, bouquet of a wet dog.

Hits the palate

like a razor blade

with a finish that hints of awful.

So the house is falling apart

and the vineyard

makes undrinkable wine?

Excellent.

One thing you are going

to need is an oenologue.

All right, what's that?

It's a sort of licensed wine expert.

They take soil samples- bits of

the vine, that sort of thing-

tests them- there must

be a couple near you.

And also, I would need

a couple of sexy snaps

to get the punters clamoring,

and I have an e-mail address for

you to send them to, which is...

Hold on a second.

I'll just put you on speaker.

Okay, shoot.

Provencelistings@

abroadproperties. Inc.

Sh*t.

- Hello?

- Attention!

- Hello?

- Sh*t.

- Max?

- All right, go on.

Auzet.

Hello.

Max Skinner.

The vigneron makes the wine

and the estate owner

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